No root, no rock, just a wrong step, and I rolled my right foot. It immediately felt like trouble but, I've pushed through pain before. I kept going. Just a little bit. Then I realized that running was a pretty bad idea. And then I couldn't keep going. Done. Hobbled.
Just one of those inevitable and predictable mishaps that still manage to surprise and disappoint. A freak accident but, of course, if you're a freak, your chances of experiencing a freak accident go up. If it matters, and I'm not sure it does, I think I understand why it occurred. There were a lot of people on that trail and that was just one moving variable too many. Had I been wise, I would have slowed down. I was not wise. My stupid kicked in.
Have I learned my lesson? I hope so. I kind of doubt it.
But I was pretty lucky. It happened at the start of my run, which meant I only had to walk about a kilometer on steep uphill through the woods to get home. At my furthest point on some of my runs, taking the shortest easiest route, it would be about 7k home across some pretty rough terrain. That one kilometer was problem enough. My shoe felt tight. By the time, I got home, took my shoe off, and what a wonderful sight that was
Not exactly the sort of thing I could open an Only Fans behind. Though, maybe, probably, some people are into this sort of wounded foot thing, touching themselves while browsing WebMD. If that's you, you're welcome. Here's another one on the house. Tasty? You like?
To see any more, we're going to have to talk PayPal. And what would you get for your twenty five American dollars? Well, the foot is currently pretty colorful but a lot of the swelling has gone down. For a while there, it looked like an untalented child's bad drawing of a foot. Now it looks like a slightly more talented but possibly schizophrenic child has taken a pass at it. Purple toes, a bit of yellow, you know the drill. It's a bit Louis Wain.
I spent two days laid up, eating donuts and hamburgers, and watching Sanctuary, which is an incredible piece of shit of a show, but one I'm completely addicted to. It's Canadian television at its most extreme and most banal, a sort of lunatic Torchwood knockoff, pretending to be an English show, shot almost totally against a green screen, starring a Bigfoot and vampires, and a Forensic Psychologist, who starts off as a total Will Graham knockoff (they even name him Will!) but eventually graduates to being the poor man's Robert Pattison. I cannot recommend the show highly enough. It's berserk.
I also did homework. Still doing Korean 3 but finished History of Medicine, and I'm starting Primatology in a couple of weeks. Korean 3 is agitating me. There's just too much focus on the tests and they're worth too many points. Like our final consists of writing a three paragraph review for 10 points, memorizing and performing it for 10 points --and that takes A LOT of time, like we're talking hours, and then there's a final test worth 79 points!
And it's pretty much like that throughout the course, 10 points for a vocab assignment, 10 points for a 3 part speaking and listening assignment, 10 points for homework and self-correction of it, then approximately 40 points for a one hour timed quiz. It's just a fucked up weighting. And sometimes, they throw new words at you on the test. I mean that's fine for an exercise but when the test has that much grade assigned to it, it feels kinda dirty.
As of right now, I'm doing fine grade-wise and all but, I don't know, tests just bug me at the best of times. They just make me feel hostile - like, I'm not paying you to assess me, I'm paying you to teach me. I mean, fucking tests . . . You know?
In general, I can't wait to done with school. What a total fucking scam. I mean, it's like five grand a semester for this school shit. I mean, five grand to learn? Swear to Sweet Satan, I could have learned a lot more for a lot less money on my own. That's like two great suits and some shirts or five decent suits and shirts. And who the fuck needs to learn if you're getting that wardrobe every semester? This school shit is worse than Scientology.
Like, I need it so I can work but, yeesh, college is bullshit. No one should go.
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